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When you sleep you lose your face |
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the gardenhead he knows your name |
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he's rising |
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and you don't wanna be here then |
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now a fog rolls through the streets |
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it clicks between your tongue and teeth |
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you're no one |
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ah but you're dressed up as someone |
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george says he has lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
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george says he has lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
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dogs are barking in the night |
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the pylons hum the marsh is quiet |
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and outside |
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it's just a hair after midnight |
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satyrs laughing in the trees |
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the green man walking in the leaves |
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it's nothing |
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but isn't everything something? |
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george says he has lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
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george says he has lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
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he's lost his way in this world |
